DISRUPT MY ORBIT
12-01-2014, 06:01 PM
Border patrol has always appealed to Jupiter. Many a night had been spent roaming the scent-marked lines in the older days. Something about the rhythm of her paws on a set path soothed her along with the knowledge of the going-ons in her beloved territory. She proves conveniently near to the two when one calls and, interest piqued, she heads with a professional swiftness towards her arrivals. The Mangrove's busyness proves a source of relief for the woman. She looks forward to replacing her unwilling prisoners, one-by-one, with thriving and committed members. Audit flicks as she picks her way through the white mangroves and into view, stance affable but reflective of her elevated stature on her own territory. Orbs draw in the pair, recognizing neither of them as far as she can recall. "Greetings," comes her affable rumble. Neither smell of rogues and she wonders, idly, what wayward set of diplomats have knocked upon her doors today. "Jupiter Illiadis, Sol of Ludicael. Your business?" No negativity reflects in her tone--only a professional firmness and will to cut to the point. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.